shoe porn

Not that I need new shoes or anything (trust me, I don't). But recently, my friend Alice showed me three enticing pairs of DRU New York wedges that I kind of can't stop thinking about. Dru New York is the brainchild of designer Tiffany Chantra, who is talented to the nth degree and also extremely nice, EXTREMELY.

Anyway, in an effort to stimulate the economy, I plan on purchasing some past season's hits. She's offering me a sample sale price since they are soon to expire. Here's a glimpse.








What do you think?

this makes me want to start a band

Finnish illustrator and designer Inka Jarvinen is blowing my mind. I want to start a band and record an album just so she can design the identity.

via Lost At E Minor

nails on chalkboard

Chalkboards remind me of my pre-school through third grade years, before dry-erase boards replaced those dusty matte-black (or green) slabs. Inspired by the lost art of chalkboarding, this deck is an homage. $65

Those were the days

Hüsker Dü-in it.

awesome.


And the most embarrassing cover ever.



Therapy?, apparently an Irish metal band?

world's smallest

My best friend Diana just sent me the world's smallest birthday card. And in honor of all things small and precious- the world's smallest fast food meal.


via Daily Cognition

chartreuse is my favorite color.

Again, behind with my updates.

Recently I made a very wise purchase at the Creatures of Comfort sample sale. I bought a beautiful chartreuse Zero + Maria Cornejo sleeveless blouse. My friend Alice spotted it amid the volcanic-eruption-of-clothes and luckily, there was another one for me. Of course I lunged at the last one, staking my claim. After all, the Brit-born Chilean designer is one of my favorites. She embraces subtlety but her designs definitely showcase her neurotic obsession with detail.

My shirt:



It's no wonder I'm obsessed with her Spring/Summer 2009 collection-

ha ha ha.

Here's a funny story:

Sometimes I want just lean over and kiss you and eradicate the weirdness planted there, that abysmal performance of sometimes-friendship. I used to scorn impossible relationships. Now I'm trapped in one, one eye shut and the other looking away. How you do that to me. You're hand is still on the wheel and I'm racking my brain for the words that used to count.

"How did we get here?" Oh wait. How did I? (cue in the strangely autobiographical reverb of my roommate's guitar-playing). How how how how how... Did did did did... I I i i i?


Let's pretend this is my story, and the author decided I needed a foil and then the task befell upon you. Like one of those one-act plays and the strange, contiguous events that borderline "scripted" and uncomfortably real. Our worlds collided like clockwork. There was that one song.

"No way!"

And that gut feeling leading the blind astray. "No way!" Why did it feel like magic? We should have stopped with the high school shit but "no" turned out to be "yes", "yes" turned out to be "more" and it was Opposite Day. We looked forward but each with one foot out the door. Vans, high tops. Chucks, low tops. And now you're staring blankly ahead, hand on steering wheel, barefoot. I'm trying to mentally make out with you, but it's like I forgot how to kiss.

Life is funny that way. (muttering under my breath "love" in size 5.6 font) is funny too. You're really funny. In hindsight, I was funnier when I thought it was a comedy or maybe a joke. But then I realized my heart was the punchline.